Lately, I've spent my nights
thinking about your eyes,
and how they're oceans
that I want to lose myself in
instead of my mind.
But I figured that I'd drown,
because I can't really win.
But I'll lose myself in your eyes,
even though I can't swim.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming off the Cliff
PoesíaPoetry assembled from the very depths of a deranged mind. Trigger warning. Tragedy ensues.
